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(every two replies you make you need to do one interview reply! Unless you feel there's a good opportunity for one sooner)
INTERVIEW
"So today is free mouse Monday, which basically became a thing when on Monday the league woke up to mice in the fresh kill pile. Which is interesting since we don't have a fresh kill pile in the league. So basically it's been a long mystery of who's been doing it, but also no one cares enough to ask," Lucistic explained.
INTERVIEW
Innocentia blotted at the side of her cheek to keep her fur smooth, "What do I think of mouse Monday? You do know that's not a real thing, it literally just happened today. Lucistic just said, "Mouse Monday!" And dug up ten day old mice he's kept holed up in the ground, their not fresh, it explains why the camps stunk for days, and people could have eaten it when it was fresh."
Lucistic was eating one of his ten day old mice in camp while Innocentia stared at him wondering if there was anything to even say that would sway his mind. Truthfully she wasn't even sure if the guy was actually insane like the rest of the league or was just wildly bored and acted like this.
“Listen, I love Lucistic — he’s a great guy, and I think we get each other, y’know? But sometimes, it’s a bit much. Like, it’s just too much. It’s not even Monday. It’s Friday. I’m like, hello? Do you know your days of the week? Has all that, like, getting bashed in the skull finally gotten to you?” Eshek scoffed and rolled her eyes, then suddenly fixed the camera with a wide-eyed stare. “Don’t tell him I said that. I dunno if he’s angry at me for leaving him to move to,” she dropped her voice to a whisper, talking out of the corner of her mouth and widening her eyes further, “Foreign Affairs.” She leaned back again. “But I mean, it’s free food, right? I love Mouse Mondays. H— oh, it’s Innocentia, gotta go!” She scrambled up and knocked over the camera in her rush to greet the fluffy little angel. Static and a piercing ringing filled the screen.
It was, in fact, not Friday.
Eshek trotted up behind the two cats and sprang onto Lucistic’s back, balancing there with her tail high in the air and her claws digging into his shoulders. “Moooorning!” she sang, smiling sweetly at Innocentia before leaning over Lucistic’s head to look at the baby mice. “These are all for me? Oh, shnookums, you remembered our anniversary!”
INTERVIEW:
She rolled her eyes with a disgusted sneer. “It’s the anniversary of our first torture bonding session today, don’t make me gag. He’s not my type.”
"Morning, everyone's dark ray of sunshine," Lucistic snickered, his shoulders moving up into her claws as though trying to get comfy, "And no, Mouse Monday is for everyone, Eshek. What is for you is in my den, which is really far away since we keep moving. Don't worry, it'll be a road trip, I even wrote you some songs so the trip won't feel long," He reassured.
"Eshek, he wrote you some songs for your two hour road trip, you must be so excited," Innocentia grinned.
Lucistic shrugged letting out a purr at the tension of the claws in his shoulder, "Hey, it's more like twenty minutes and mainly involving screaming through most of the chorus. Plus, I'm a great singer, if I wasn't I wouldn't be able to mimic so many voices."
“Road trips with Lucistic are, historically, more fun for him than me. Lemme paint you a picture: imagine wandering along every border you can find with him screaming insults and hoping some random cat will come along and beat him up. I nap through most of it, honestly. And this is me. I don’t nap.”
Eshek plastered on a huge, hooked grin. “Oh, great, I can’t wait,” she replied through her teeth, voice slow and painfully fake, like the words were being dragged from her throat with barbed wire. She let out a laugh and hopped off Lucistic to sit beside Innocentia.
“Yeah, fine, road trip, yay — but only if I get to do the choreographed dance number Innocenta and I have been working on. Isn’t that right, cutie-pie?” She glanced down at the little proxy with a smile; there was no dance number, but Lucistic didn’t need to know that, and they were nothing if not good at improvising. “We’ll need a cliff with great surround sound aaaaaand lots of cheering, so I don’t get shy. You can cover that, right?” She added to Lucistic. “All those voices? I want it to sound like a goddamn stadium.”
Post by strawberrycupid on Jul 29, 2019 0:56:26 GMT -5
"Do you three really need to plan your little musical session in the middle of the camp?" While Funk was free of his glass prison, he still spent most of his time there, mostly cause he felt himself loosing brain cells being around these cats. Resting on one of the railings, he placed his head on his paws, "Can't you all go... get a room or something?" He meowed boredly and flicked his tail up towards the upper floors, where there was bound to be one free room for these three.
Interview
"I've been locked in the greenhouse by Ma for a while, so these are my few first tastes of life in the League. It's bitter, I don't like it. What even are these cats? Most are bloodthirsty, some are crazy, a small percent are that kinda crazy I can get and everyone is annoying. Also, what the hell is this?" Funk pointed his tail at the camera and cameramen, "What kind of operation is this? Interviews were not part of my contract. I'll be talking to my lawyer after this episode. And what even is Monday? We're cats, we have no concept of dates and time."
“Oh, look who it is,” Eshek replied snarkily, rising to her paws and stomping a few steps towards Funk on stiff, straight legs, glaring up at him. Lucistic was the only tom she was willing to tolerate — nay, adore — at this moment. Or, like, ever. “The guy who turns away paying clients. You’re a bad businessman, y’know that? You’re gonna run this place into the ground. And no, for your information, we can’t get a room, because Lux might be there and I would rather die.”
She turned with her nose in the air and stomped back to Lucistic and Innocentia. “Come on, ladies, let’s blow this popsicle stand.”
Post by strawberrycupid on Jul 29, 2019 1:32:31 GMT -5
Interview "I wouldn't consider Eshek a customer of mine. More of a thief. She likes to steal my herbs and generally annoy me more than most cats do. The day she catches greencough is the day she dies. Sorry, Esh, can't help you, I'm all out of catmint. Last of it was killed by some daft proxy. Ah, what a shame. Not. Haha. Innocentia and Lucistic are a strange batch, but that's nothing new. I don't go out of my way to interact with them and they do the same to me."
"Sorry, we don't take snark from prissy she-cats as currency." Funk shrugged, stretching his paws forward a bit. He let out a yawn, casting a look down at the pile of rotting mice for Mouse Monday.
Ta ta to sadomasochist group, thanks for doing what I wanted.
“What’s Funk been saying about me? I know he’s been saying something, don’t lie. Don’t— no, what’s he said? What’s he said, huh? He thinks I’m pretty, doesn’t he? That’s pathetic. I am so far out of his league. Aha. But does he? You can tell me. Please. No, I don’t care— I don’t care! I just don’t like secrets. Has he said mean stuff? Did he say I stole his garlic? Because I didn’t. I just rolled in it and crushed it a bit. He’s such a freak. Haha.” Eshek lunged forward and grabbed the camera with both forepaws, pressing her face against the glass. “But really, what did he say? I’ll kill you.”
“Ooooh-ho-ho!” Eshek slowly turned back around, mouth set in a big, shocked laugh. “Think you’re so funny, do ya? Huh? That’s strike one. You don’t wanna know what happens when you get to strike three, buddy — whoo! Look out.”
"It's okay Eshek, if you get sick you can go to my family doctor. I mean, both actually passed away, but I have some backups, it's fine. It's not like it's Kotori's fault that I have no medical aid now or anything," Lucistic said bitterly. Probably because he just ate a few ten day old mice and would likely be needing that medical aid soon. Finishing his meal Lucistic got up and was already striding towards the exit, "Friendship adventure!"
"Friendship adventure," Innocentia repeated more casually following after Eshek as sanity support, but fully expected to be able to hop on Lucistic's back at some point in the trip and hangout there instead of walking. Senescence kept saying no every time she asked, but Lucistic would hopefully not let her down.
"Okay girl talk, who's your ideal dreamboat? Y'know your lovey dovey?" Lucistic asked, "I really like fluffy cats, I think they're adorable. I don't demand that trait, but fluffiness is just cute and I sadly don't possess the fluffy gene so someone has to."
"I like innocence, there's no cuter meal than a gentlemen trying to help me back home only to get eaten alive," Innocentia purred, her yellow eyes alight with some sort of nostalgic delight.
Eshek sneered at Funk for a moment longer before slowly dragging herself away and bounding after her two friends. “Friendship adventure,” she echoed mopily, still grumpy after her interaction with the shaman. But as Lucistic went on, she couldn’t help smiling, and was almost immediately back to her old self. “Y’hear that, sweetie-pie?” Eshek purred to Innocentia, smile hooked and teasing. “He likes fluffy cats. Watch out. Who’s my ideal lovey-dovey?” she continued more slowly, bobbing her head from side to side as she thought. “Uh, do literally all girls count? No, but, family, I think, is cute. I don’t have any and I like it when someone cares about their siblings and children and all that, it’s sweet. And normal. Normal is sometimes pretty nice when you live—here.” She glanced around, sweeping a paw along with her gaze, and let out a laugh.
She smiled down adoringly at Innocentia at her mention of eating gentlemen alive. “You’re such a queen,” she purred, completely platonically love-struck. “Okay, next girly question: ideal date. And it can’t involve cannibalism or cat-hunting. Or being beaten up. God, you’re both so weird, I love it.” She half-roared the last two words in a rough, throaty growl, tipping her grin back to the sky.
("completely platonically love-struck" Me on a daily basis xD)
"Well my parents marriage took place in a two-leg building slaughtering gangs of rogues where they proposed on the bodies of their enemies they stood on so that just seems hard to top anyways," Lucistic purred his acid green gaze shimmering copper before returning to its vibrant green hue, "Soooo I guess if I have to leave out all the violence I'd take her on the lightning centipede, that thing kittypets call a train. We'd watch the world whirl by us, but I'd be watching her the whole time, the worlds beautiful, but nothing in the world beats the way someone looks out at the world and for the first time realizes there's so much life to live out there. I'd take her to the beach and I'd show her the sea and tell her this is what forever looks like and it might be scary, but if we're brave I'd spend it all with you. We'd collect seashells and I'd try to find the ones that match her eyes. Someday moons away from that night I'd show our kits that seashell and tell them it's the most beautiful color in the world and if you listen to it closely you can hear whatever forever sounds like. Cause the best dates are the ones that never end."
"Wow, I didn't think you'd actually come up with a nice date, I was just going to say watch the stars or snuggle or something lame..." Innocentia said, beginning to worry. This was Senescence's brother, what if she expected that kind of treatment? She'd have to majorly step things up, no wonder they hadn't even gotten to the dating phase when the closest she ever got was a snuggle and star watching.
INTERVIEW
"Yeah I have a mate, she's tortoiseshell furred not particularly fluffy, but she does beat me with a stick occasionally which is just super hot. I actually met her when I infiltrated her clan, she was demanding toms to spar for her hand in marriage. Last round I dipped out with the other guy, we hung out in a tree and then she found us. She may have hit me over the head for leaving her, but if she did it was so hard I don't got any memory of that. Point is I love her to death and Primal Instinct kind of takes things to the death so I basically have a secret family in WaterClan... And DayClan. Hey you might think this is risky behavior, but this has actually been undetected for years so it's been a good run," Lucistic pointed out.
Eshek stopped walking and stared at Lucistic in dumb shock, feeling like she was going to cry. No, wait, yep, she was crying. “That’s so beautiful,” she choked out. “That’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard.” Suddenly realising what she was doing, she sniffed violently, dragged the back of her paw across her nose, and sneered, “I mean, that’s so lame and your girlfriend’s gonna hate you.” She stomped ahead and ducked behind a bush to sob quietly to herself. Why couldn’t she have someone like Lucistic that wasn’t a gross tom and her pet torture toy to take her on life-changing dates like that? The closest she’d ever gotten was Shae and even that had still involved ritual sacrifices and ugly crying. She wanted to go on a romantic train ride and collect sea shells. The bitterness made her cry harder.
A moment later, she reappeared, smile bright and chipper, eyes blood-shot, and cheek fur wet and flat with tears. If she were still going through her edgy phase of lining her eyes with black coal, she’d look like an even worse mess. “Okay. A-ha. No more girl talk. Lucistic, sing.”
INTERVIEW:
“I’m fine,” Eshek sobbed, dabbing her eyes with her paw. When the camera zoomed closer, her head shot up, eyes wild. “I’M FINE!” she shrieked, and smashed the lens. Again. “I’m not lonely,” came a softer voice, distorted by the busted microphone; the screen was filled with lines of black and white static. “I’m not. I just... it would be nice. Once in a while. To have someone. Maybe even just a friend — like, a real friend. I think that’s why I came on this stupid road trip, to feel close to someone. Go on dumb friend dates. Fall in love with myself.” There was a moment of silence. “You’re gonna delete this, right?”
"Uhh, Sigmund, we didn't exactly ask for-" the producer was cut off as the tom pushed Eshek out of the way to sit in front of the camera. His eye twitching and his leg lifting up to scratch at the balding spot behind his ear. The tom jerked his neck to one side as his left eye continued to twitch.
"So, what do I think of the spooks? Is that what you asked?"
"No, sigmund, nobody ask-"
"Well, I'm starting to think that Lucistic is one of them. He's always watching me, yknow? and he's always disappearing to who knows where, days at a time. He has to be a spook, he's just gotta be!" His voice was a panicked whisper as his eyes darted from side to side as if worried that Lucistic would pop up at any point. "We have to hunt down the spooks! We just got to, or Primal Instinct is doomed!" His other eye was now twitching, an odd sight to behold as both eyes twitched simultaneously, and his body fidgeted as if it was taking every ounce of him not to turn tail and run.
"Get out of my interview, you flea-bitten idiot," Eshek snarled, shoving Sigmund back and reclaiming her rightful place in front of the camera as a movie star. She offered a glamorous smile, ignoring the Warden on the floor beside her - that is, until her mind caught up to what he'd said. She turned and pounced on him, slamming his scrawny little shoulders against the floorboards and bearing her teeth an inch from his face. Spit dripped down onto his muzzle. The camera swung down to follow her, zooming in on their faces. "You say anything about Lucistic, you're also sayin' it about me - and we ain't no spooks."
Lucistic seemed to look at Eshek for a moment with an unreadable expression before pressing into her side and walking ahead, "Alright, this ones for you girl," He said with a boyish smile.
Innocentia exchanged glances with Eshek before making the bad decision of still following along with them.
(In the key of Madeline by Tickle me Pink only with screaming)
"There was a demon cursed with a heart, that I never knew ♪♫. Used to slaughter everything in sight. The heartless, the heartless. She would harm everything in sight if it spared her the time of mind to re-mem-ber how to feel. The heartless, the heartless. But was she really this cold? We had no way to know. They would fiiiind ouuut she is hell in an angels body!!" Lucistic proceeded with screaming in full on metal mode, "Would they survive? They never stood A CHANCE!!" His screaming continued, "She had a heart, but couldn't stop the hell that lived inside! ♪♫"
"Do you like it so far? If you like it I'll continued?" Lucistic said.
Despite the dull sadness crushing her ribcage, Eshek let out a tearful laugh and sniffed, a soft grin spreading across her face as Lucistic continued singing. She padded along behind him more slowly to keep pace with Innocentia’s smaller legs, brushing against the other proxy’s side and looking down at her with a thin, shiny-eyed smile. “He’s an idiot,” she laughed quietly, voice a little strangled by emotion, before raising her head and repeating it louder for Lucistic to hear, “you’re an idiot.”
She bounded ahead to catch up with him, watching his screaming antics with a bubbly giggle and wide, happy eyes; for the first time in her life, someone cared about her enough to make up a dumb song and scream his lungs out just to make her feel a little better. “I love it so far, but give your delicate lil’ vocal chords a rest – my turn.” She sucked in a deep breath and began to dance through the musical intro to the song in her head, haunches bobbing up and down and tail waving through the air.
To the tune of “Upside Down” by Paloma Faith, because it really just is that song word-for-word:
♪♫ “Angels watchin’ over me with smiles upon their face, ‘cause I have made it through this fog in an unforgiving place.” She leaped into a tree and danced along a branch hanging over the heads of the two cats below, every bit the diva and every ounce the showgirl. On the skipping bass-and-snare beat, she did a little prance in mid-air, tip-tapping her paws along to the rhythm. “It feels sometimes this hill’s too steep for a girl like me to climb, but I must knock those thoughts right down, I’ll do it in my own time. I don’t care—“ She pointed with her tail at Lucistic and Innocentia, expecting them to fill in the backing vocals, “—I’m halfway there. And I’m just soaking up the magic in the air.”
She cut to the musical bridge, voice dropping lower as she leaped from the branch and prowled towards them, back arched low and steps timed to the beat the unseen camera crew had very graciously put through a speaker somewhere amongst the trees. “(Whoa, whoa, whoa). You gotta slow it down (yeah, yeah, yeah) but then you pick it up, come on and try a little topsy-turvy, back to front, the right way round. Ain’t got no cares, ain’t got no ru-u-ules, I think I li-i-i-ke livin’ upside down.” ♪♫
She grinned up at them from where she'd slid across the earth in front of them, panting.
"WOOH! ESHEK! ESHEK! ESHEK! The crowd goes wild ahhhhhhh," Lucistic said mocking a crowd.
Innocentia put up a paw over her muzzle giggling at Lucistic's imitation.
"Encore, encore!" Lucistic purred walking back up to her side.
"I'm just gonna leave the singing to you two, you're clearly professionals," Innocentia said with a cutesy shy smile. After all, when did her life turn into a musical?
"I didn't know you had a voice!" Lucistic exclaimed as he walked backwards in front of Eshek before turning around and in a sudden bound of excitement he leapt forward, "Hey, we're here!"
The place looked like a small ruin temple cover in moss and ivy. He sprung forward towards the entrance, "This is my families old house before Senescence and I got kidnapped. My mom didn't want us to be with the rest of the league because they were dangerous so we just played with one another and now I have it," He said proudly.
Eshek grinned at Lucistic, breaking off her trot to follow in his pawsteps as he walked backwards in front of her, replacing each of his forepaws with her own whenever he stepped back. "I'm sure you have a beautiful voice, sugar pie," she purred back at Innocentia, not taking her eyes off Lucistic's paws in case she stepped on him and ruined her own little game. "Sweet as a gumdrop, probably."
When Lucistic turned away towards the ruin, Eshek stopped beside Innocentia and took it all in with a sharp, crooked grin. "Dangerous, huh?" she echoed, squeezing past Lucistic through the crumbling doorway. "Well! Your mom didn't do a very good job, did she, Monsieur Torturer?" She shot a teasing grin over her shoulder at him. She never liked to bring up the whole kidnapping thing, not that she knew much about it to start with; he might be a masochist, but she felt like that was a special degree of personal trauma that she didn't feel right about exploiting, even if he threw it around rather flippantly. "You have your own creepy house and you've never told me? We could've been having games nights and slumber parties and summoning demons all this time? You suck. Mind you, though," she added to Innocentia, "perfect out-of-the-way place for a lil' date with a certain cute proxy that isn't me." She grinned before turning to prod at a dilapidated wall with one forepaw, shaking it when dust rained down over her fur. "Well, c'mon, give us a tour, then."
"I was a delicate young tom, Eshek, I couldn't be allowed to play with the league ruffians," He said all proper like with a big grin.
"Jeez, you were a sheltered little snowflake, I was dying to leave the shamans den and play with literally anyone who wasn't my sisters. Then again, I didn't play well with them, I even convinced one of them to run away, never saw her again," She giggled pressing a paw over her muzzle in delight.
"MEAN," Lucistic scolded, "I didn't really have anyone to play with as a kit, but there was this one girl named Aria I'd see every now and again. Anyone else wasn't worth befriending since they'd just get tested on and die horribly mutated. I guarantee you, if we went back to that old camp again it would be a place of horror, just a garden of limbs sticking out of the ground from the snow melting over time," He said with a tsk.
"Did you say FROZEN, like, corpses that if I dug up would still be fresh for the taking?" Innocentia purred.
"Ick, you're so gross, yeah, they probably are, but they're also mainly orphaned kits the sadistic freak took because no one would miss them," Lucistic said.
He moved to the back digging around for what he had made for Eshek.
The white she-cat leaned into Eshek, "I heard his kidnapper created a plague and infected her own cats so they would grow dependent on her finding a cure. And also so no other clan would help them because they were all infectiously diseased with no cure," Innocentia whispered.
INTERVIEW:
"Okay, so remember that kit I convinced to run away. So yeah, that was the kit that grew up to kidnap Lucistic. And, y'know, destroy Toxicity as well as harm Renegade Regime in unimaginable ways. Do I blame myself? No," Innocentia purred placing her paw over her heart as though making an honest gesture, but her fur suddenly fluffed up, "WELL... YES! Yes, I was around when Lucistic's kidnapper was a kit like myself and yeaaaah, Lucistic wasn't born yet, but I'm not that weird. It's not creepy, that I like Senescence! I'm just a bit older!"
Innocentia sobbed quietly while she thinks she's off camera, "I'm OOOOOLD!"
INTERVIEW:
"What about being kidnapped? Yeah, I was treated more like a pet than the others cause I was the only successful test subject. But the thing is my kidnapper was infected by the plague and based on your blood type that can do different things to your head. She wasn't sane, so I have no idea what she tested on me and what made me successful if there was any sense in it at all. For the most part I was trapped in a literal underground maze so it wasn't like I got to observe too much," Lucistic said still scrambling to pull out items from the shelves to find what he was looking for.
"Bit rich to throw around the words sadistic freak when we're all literally torturers and one of us is a cannibal, but I guess we have some sort of standards or somethin'," Eshek purred, examining her claws and tugging roughly at a loose sheathe with her teeth. "Honestly, though, it really depresses me sometimes imagining what other cats' lives must be like. I mean, how dull must they be? If they can't break into song and tear cats apart and go on wacky adventures with their weird buddies, really," she laughed, "what's the point? Like, just imagine you're some Clan cat and you're getting eaten alive by my fluffy bunny over there, and you, like, you never got the chance to know her? That would suck. I don't even wanna think about it. I feel like I've really found my people, d'you know what I mean? Not to-- what? Why is Lucistic involved in kidnapping and torture after what happened to him?" She sneered. "It's called coping. Get some sympathy." She snorted, curling her lip and looking away. "You disgust me."
"Hey, snap, same childhoods! My very first memory is being surrounded by the corpses of my still-born siblings and covered in the blood of my mother. Really great time. No friends, no brothers or sisters, completely, horribly alone, barely even spoke for months - just my dad, bless his heart; greeted me every morning with, 'hello, little waste of space! Day 136 after you murdered your mother!' Best thing I ever did was flay him alive." She flexed her claws at the memory, a shiver running down her spine, and smiled. Was she irreparably traumatised by her upbringing? Yes. Would she be struggling to overcome those insecurities and ghosts for the rest of her life? Oh, certainly! But if she didn't laugh about it, she'd cry, and she'd already used up her sobbing in public allowance for the day. Crying in private later it was, then.
I heard his kidnapper created a plague and infected her own cats so they would grow dependent on her finding a cure. "That's... horrible," she muttered, head ducked down to Innocentia's height. She stared into the middle distance for a long moment, silent and unblinking, not sure if she was more selfishly smitten with the concept or upset on behalf of her friend, before snapping herself out of it. "Anyway," she continued, trotting over to Lucistic and hopping up on her hindlegs to rest her forepaws on the shelf and watch while he rummaged through them, "place of horror, ya say? Not saying we should go to the old camp after this but we totally, completely should."
